In the spring of 1980, Wendy Walsh and her mother flew to Paris from their home in Toronto, Canada. Walsh was 17, a straight-A student who excelled at maths. She was also an aspiring model whose blonde-haired, blue-eyed, girl-next-door looks had got her noticed and invited to France by a leading modelling agency, Paris Planning.
At the agency’s offices, Walsh and her mum, Ellen, were introduced to the charismatic 30-year-old boss, Gérald Marie. “I remember distinctly him fawning over my mother … He reached over and was stroking her hand, and something in my 17-year-old stomach was like, this is weird.” Later, in their hotel room, Walsh remembers her mother saying: “Oh, that man is lovely, he’s going to take care of you.”
Two months later, in June 1980, Walsh…
